The Baby Raising A Devil - Chapter 314

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Chapter 314

Christian was able to see his past life in dreams because his mother was a gypsy from the Shayman Tribe.

Just like how Lisette could see the future, or how Linford, Lisette’s mother, possessed supernatural hearing that could pick up whispers from a kilometer away, Christian’s ability was also a ‘Divine Blessing granted only to the First Clan.’

He had been dreaming since childhood, though he couldn’t remember when it started.

The beginning of his dreams was always the same dirty back alleys.

He was a young, unremarkable boy who was barely managing to feed his remaining siblings in place of his parents who had died in the war.

Just when he thought his condition wasn’t good, all the strength drained from his body.

With exhaustion piled on top of illness, fainting was a natural progression.

No one looked back at the boy who had collapsed with his head struck against a pile of stones.

And just when he thought he would die like this…

[Little One.]

‘That hand’ always appeared.

A hand covered in scars that couldn’t be called beautiful even as empty flattery.

The woman who extended her hand was always desperate.

She embraced him and ran frantically. Even when her hood was pushed back and her pure white hair became completely disheveled in the cold wind, she never knew how to stop.

[You can’t treat a child? This is a clinic that God built for all people.]

[If you don’t give this child a bed, I’ll report you to the regional Oracle immediately.]

[What are you doing! Hurry and bring the herbs!]

Even while dying, he gazed at her in a daze.

In a world that was entirely colorless, only she possessed color.

Her brilliantly blue eyes, her flushed cheeks. Color returned starting from the parts that touched her.

She was a mysterious woman.

Her voice was so loud, and how quick she was to anger.

But no one disliked her. People would grumble at her for causing a commotion, but soon they would burst into laughter.

At some point, she had settled in the village and treated the sick. The shabby clinic, poorly maintained, was always full of people.

The villagers’ expressions brightened.

His own as well.

He was no longer afraid of the night.

Because after the nights weighed down by responsibility, anger toward the world, and fear, morning would come. And when morning came, she would come.

As she drew back the curtains,

[Did you sleep well? Good morning.]

She would offer him such a tender greeting.

Around her, there were always all kinds of sounds.

Sounds of laughter.

Sounds of crying with emotion.

Sounds of repeatedly bowing and expressing gratitude.

The commotion she brought became sweet noise that permeated every corner of the Streets.

Even after his illness was cured, he diligently frequented the Zelkova Tree Clinic where she was.

[Hello.]

[Hello, Goddess. I, this…]

She beamed with joy as she opened the Envelope.

[My goodness, Cornelian Cherry!]

[I saw it while passing by, and I remembered that Teacher said you needed it!]

[How grateful I am. You’re so kind.]

How could her touch be so sweet? Staying up all night searching the Mountain wasn’t in vain.

[Thank you. Here, this is a reward.]

[Money is fine, but…]

[Buy some Snacks on your way Home. But you can’t give them all to your Siblings, okay?]

[Goddess, why are you so kind to me?]

She ruffled his hair and smiled bitterly.

[Looking at you, I think I understand why God cannot give up on Humans.]

[…]

[How can you have such a precious soul?]

When did he fall hopelessly for her?

When she discovered him dying in the Back Alleys?

When she called his most wretched self in the World a precious soul?

Or was it when he learned that her name was Maria?

‘Maria.’

The day he learned her name, he couldn’t fall asleep.

Because it was a name with such sweet sound, just like her touch.

When he secretly called it out loud, the sweet resonance that surged from the tip of his tongue tickled his Heart.

For the first time in his life, he learned what emotion happiness was.

Then one day, an unwelcome guest appeared at the Clinic.

[Are you the scoundrel who dares to impersonate God?]

Suddenly, some man came rushing in and pressed her.

He was a handsome man with a tall, lanky frame, a face so pale it looked almost blue, sharp eyes, and a prominent nose.

[Noisy. Close the door.]

As always, she had no interest in anyone but the sick.

[Let me see. How is your stomach today?]

[Can I go gather firewood today?]

[Your voice sounds strange somehow. Are you taking the medicine I gave you properly?]

[Y-yes, of course.]

[Oh my.]

[…It’s too precious.]

It was actually a lie.

To create an excuse to go to the clinic, he would sleep with his stomach exposed or eat spoiled food. He hadn’t taken a single dose of the medicine she gave him.

Because she was only interested in the sick.

[Ediora.]

[What?]

[Use Ediora. That person has suffered from a plague before, so the medicinal herbs you picked won’t be effective.]

She was only interested in the sick…

[Give me that. The Ediora, I mean. You have some, right? Hand it over.]

Only in the sick…

[Let me see the medicinal herbs you have, hm? If there’s anything good, share it with people. Sounds good?]

[This crazy! Crazy woman! How dare you climb on someone’s back?!]

[Let’s go!]

She should have only been interested in the sick…

That man began appearing by her side more often.

[Oh, Little One. You’ve grown quite tall. You’ll be taller than shorty Maria soon.]

[Why are you here every day? Don’t you have work?]

[Not having work? Listen, I became an Oracle following in the footsteps of Lord Huggart who entered eternal sleep…!]

[That’s not a lie, is it? What kind of Oracle enters eternal sleep? You’re not deceiving Lady Maria, are you?]

[Even Oracles can die. When an Oracle dies, the next Oracle manifests their special ability and succeeds them.]

He hated that man. He despised that man who stayed by Maria’s side every day without any excuse.

After that man, Ras Sto appeared, he wished every day to grow up quickly.

If he grew taller, if he got older, if he became an adult, then he would tell Maria.

That he had loved her for a very long time.

While he was hovering around her, waiting for a chance to confess, they appeared.

[Bune, Paimon!]

[Little One, it’s really been so long. I’m hurt that you haven’t shown your face for so long.]

[How dare you make me run errands?]

[I didn’t make you do anything. Why are you here? What’s this? …Did Elder Brother Neriad send this?]

He knew at first sight.

That he could not compare to those men.

Beautiful people who were like embodiments of power.

Maria had always been among them. There had never been a chance for confession from the beginning. How insignificant he was compared to such brilliant beings.

He turned his back on her and walked away. His shadow became blurred just like that day when he had collapsed in the Back Alleys.

Not long after, war broke out. A war of gods that was on a completely different scale from human wars.

Countless people died, and Maria fled the Village.

He chased after her.

[Goddess, Goddess! It’s dangerous, come back─]

His voice could not reach her.

Not long after she ran into the Shrine, screams could be heard. Thunder split Sky and earth, and tears became fresh blood that contaminated the River.

Inside the Shrine he entered, there was Neriad sobbing while holding her corpse.

And then ‘that incident’ happened.

Serga used all his remaining Power to seal the Oracle in 72 pillars.

After that, Neriad, wrapped in chains and even robbed of his Younger Sister’s corpse, gradually became transparent.

A massive Earthquake occurred, lava flowed from the Mountain, and River and seawater flooded the Civilian Areas.

It was the destruction of Ancient Times civilization.

And at the very last moment.

He held her corpse in his arms.

‘In the end, it was me, Maria.’

I’m the one who stayed by your side until the end, Goddess.

At the last moment of his life, he was ecstatic.

He had such dreams every day. So he was always searching for ‘her’.

You must have been reincarnated too.

This time will be different from before.

Now I have the Power to be worthy of staying by your side.

But he could not find any trace of her anywhere. When his will was beginning to erode after long years had passed, a Divine Oracle came down.

[The child of black feathers, born under the eternal moon, shall become the one to bring about beginning and end.]

As soon as I saw the Divine Oracle given to Lisette, I knew.

‘Maria. It’s Maria.’

It was Maria who started the war of the gods and brought it to an end.

The child to be born from Lisette must be Maria’s reincarnation.

But Lisette’s child died, and in the end, Christian was left alone.

‘Maria wouldn’t die so easily. That being who received God’s love wouldn’t perish so meaninglessly.’

Wasn’t Lisette’s child Maria’s reincarnation?

What if I possessed Lisette’s body with a soul from another world?

Did Serga take even Maria’s soul?

If I annihilate the Evil God, will she return?

‘Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria, Maria.’

Maria…!

I devoted every effort to meet her again, but she never returned in the end.

However, when I had given up everything,

“Because it’s me! Because I’m the Fourth Child of Dubbled!”

You appeared for me.

“The Human World belongs to humans! Only you can save yourself!”

You were as strong as you were back then.

That was when it happened.

“Your Holiness…?”

Mina, who had opened her eyes, hurriedly got up and buried herself in his embrace.

“Where were you? Where on earth were you…!”

“Young Lady.”

“I’m anxious. I’m dying of anxiety.”

The Pope’s expression as he looked at Mina was cold.

‘How can a soul be this fragile?’

A weak soul that couldn’t even be compared to your strong and resilient self.

He smiled tenderly at Mina who was looking up at him.

“Do not worry, Young Lady. I will place the world in your hands.”

It doesn’t matter what happens to the world.

If I can give everything to this girl and hold Maria, who remains alone, in my arms.

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